Jenna vs Brielle (Fiesty POW rules)

[Lucia the dominant]

Jenna had managed to escape the goth's nasty hold with a suprise headbutt but it had come at a cost for waiting so long. Jenna's legs had gone numb the same feeling as falling asleep on a limb kinda numb so she couldnt capitalize on the opportunity. The cowgirl had asked the girl a question hoping to draw things out until her blood flow returned to her legs.

To the cowgirls suprise the goth responded at first Jenna smirked thining it was all according to plan only to then feel have a face of suprise and worry. "Huh? I aint cute hon! And I aint your little ragdoll either!" Jenna barked as she slapped her legs "Gahhhh darnit! Stupid legs work damnit!" Jenna began to crawl closer to the goth as she began to feel the blood flow begin to return slowly. "Aww whatsa matter hon aint you gonna pounce on this cute vulnerable cowgirl?" Jenna teased waiting for the right moment to strike.

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle's piercing gaze remained fixed on the staggering blonde. Jenna played it cool, but beneath the facade, the goth knew her submission hold had hurt the cowgirl, and she wasn't in any hurry to exploit it... Instead, she took her time to continue mocking her...

"No, no, darling... we still have plenty of time together..."

Brielle stood up abruptly, with a nod of her head, and soon after, she began to circle Jenna. Like a Hyena dancing around hurt prey, hopping a few steps along the way, cocking her head to the side. A long smile from ear to ear.

"You know, you are cute indeed!" she began, stopping next to the downed girl. "And I wanna hear more of that sweet voice of yours!"

Brielle rushed to Jenna and swung her leg with a strong kick, directed at Jenna's ribs.

[Lucia the dominant]

Jenna kept herself calm smirking trying to play off the fact that her legs hadnt fully become functional yet. The cowgirl threw out a playful sarcastic gesture to the goth only to get another daring reply. "Yea? Im sure we'll be tusslin till its over!" Jenna sneered as she watched the goth stand and walk towards her. Jenna's smirk turned slightly to a face of worry as her legs were still just about 30 seconds away from feeling normal again.

Jenna tried to keep her eyes on the girl as Brielle circled the weakened cowgirl smirking wide. Jenna didnt like this as the goth knelt close to her ear with another daring remark. "Aint nothin sweet about my vo-OUGHHH!! Jenna was cut short as she was kicked in the ribs knocking the breath out of her as she held her chest in pain. "Gahhhh you darn skank!" Jenna yelled as she slowly crawled towards the goth placing a hand on her shin. "Youll pay fer that in double!" Jenna yelled as she would attempt to swing her arm up for a lowblow if not interrupted.

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle had a smug grin on her face. She had felt Jenna's ribs giving out after that hard kick, and the girl's pained cries that came right after were just as satisfying as she had hoped. "Oh, ho... a sweet voice indeed!" she continued to tease, watching Jenna writhing on the mat. For the goth, the match had quickly devolved into a game... a slow, torturous game at the blonde's expense, with Brielle being the only winner.

The last thing left for her to decide was: "How to punish her opponent next?" She was lost in her own thoughts.

Suddenly, Brielle felt something grab her leg, and her gaze went down, fixing her eyes on Jenna's form, crawling and trying to get back on her feet.

"Aw, this is just delightful, honey..." she chuckled, leaning down to get a better look and hearing the blonde's threats. The Brit was enjoying the sense of superiority that having the upper hand in the match gave her. However, Jenna seemed to be far from done, as the girl quickly swung her arm upwards in an attempt to low-blow her. Unfortunately for Jenna, the goth had her eyes wide open, taking in the moment and clearly seeing the arm going up, she quickly caught it with one hand.

"Oh, what a sneaky little devil!" Brielle uttered, holding Jenna's arm. "Seems like I have to teach you a lesson!"

Brielle pulled Jenna up and tucked her head between her legs, squeezing it tightly with her thighs. She then grabbed both of the blonde's arms and pulled them together, holding them in place and trapping the girl into a pedigree position. Brielle held Jenna in place while she looked around at the crowd, sporting a deceivingly innocent smile. "Buckle up, sweetheart!" she gave Jenna a mocking warning before jumping high into the air, holding her opponent below her.

[Lucia the dominant]

Jenna crawled towards the cocky goth as she smirked thinking of just the perfect plan to catch her foe off guard. The cowgirl figured by playing into the injured and defenseless look she could score a cheap shot to turn the tide in her favor once more. Jenna crawled until she reached the feet of her opponent as she would then sneakily bring her arm back and up for her crotch! Jenna let out a laugh "HAH SUCKER!" But, suddenly her hand had been caught mid strike by the goth with such precision. Jenna's face went from one of cocky to fear as her eyes widened aa she said "W....waittt" as her head was then shoved between the goths thighs as she felt her arms get roughly hooked up behind her back pulled togeather tight straining her shoulder cuffs. The cowgirl began to squirm and beg "N....nooo not a Pedigree anything but this!" Jenna flailed her trapped arms completely unable to escape the goth's Pedigree fully locked and loaded.

Jenna could hear the crowd cheering while being held in such an embarassing position flailing her weak arms as her plump cheeks were out on full display. Then suddenly she felt as she was pulled up hard as her shoulder joints felt like nearly dislocating after the goth yanked up pulling them airbourne. Jenna's eyes widened in fear as her face and tits kissed the canvas arms trapped all the way down! The cowgirl was half out of conciousness as she began to drool out of her mouth her arms falling limp still trapped in the hold on her knees with her butt sticking at an embarassing angle into the air.

[Afterhoursclub]

"Woah! That was a hard hit, love!" Brielle was doing a poor job of trying to pretend any concern for Jenna. "Are you alright?" She could barely contain her laughter. The Goth gal kept holding onto the blonde's arms. still sitting on top of the dazed beauty. Adjusting her legs while keeping the pressure on. "Damn, you make for a comfortable seat, too!" The dark-haired gal was having the time of her life at the expense of the cowgirl. She decided to continue with her punishment.

"You know, I really don't like it when you go all silent like that!" Brielle started teasing after noticing the lack of response on Jenna's part. "Perhaps we should give it another go!" After saying this, the Brit stood back up, pulling the blonde from her arms and swiftly resetting her position, safely tucking Jenna's head between her legs once more, and holding tightly to her arms, it was another Pedigree. However, this time, Brielle made sure to get even more airtime after crouching almost to the point of sitting on the canvas and then putting every muscle in her legs to work as she jumped as high as she could while carrying the dazed Jenna along the way.

-SMASH-

The following impact was even stronger than the last, with Brialle making sure that her opponent landed squarely face-first onto the unforgiving ringmat.

[Lucia the dominant]

Jenna was sent straight to the mat in a devistating Pedigree from the goth woman. Her arms limply flopping around on impact falling in an embarassing position. Completely in a daze she was in no shape to resist as the cowgirls arms still tightly locked and limp were then tugged and pulled as her head slowly rose between the goths thighs back into that sweaty prison.

As her body was forced into a stand on her weak wobbly legs her head was fully shoved between her opponemts thighs. Jenna could only moan as her opponent stanced up for another pedigree. "N....noaughhhh not another P...pedigree" the cowgirl begged. The cowgirls arms completely limp held tight. She was then pulled up high in the air head trapped tight arms held tight and limp as her face hit the canvas again hard. The cowgirls body shuddered limp arms flailing still trapped even after impact not landing on her knees this time.

[Afterhoursclub]

"Oh, is that right?"

Brielle playfully slapped Jenny's rear, carefully wrapping one arm around both of the blonde's to keep them upright in a tensed and stretched position. She could hear Jenny grunting and moaning underneath, with her face squished against the canvas. Dazed after receiving a second pedigree in a row.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, love..." she smiled, having a one-sided conversation with the cowgirl.

"How about we keep the show going, girl?" Brielle stood up and grabbed Jenny by the hair, pulling her back to her feet yet again. There, the goth gal wrapped both hands behind Jenny's head, clenching them together to keep the blonde slightly bent and in front of her.

Then, the punishment continued. Adjusting her position, the dark-haired girl began ramming her knee against the cowgirl's torso. With a sickening thudding noise as her kneecap dug deeper and deeper into Jenny's abs with each vicious strike. Her body spasms and writhes after every knee. As Brielle made sure her opponent felt every little bit of the brutal barrage.

"Stay with me now!" Her face brimming with malice, staring straight at the blonde's pained features.